Do not tell me I am shy.
I am not. No lie.
But as is the ideal way,
as for what it is I'd say?
I've no clue..
'cause who are you?
Such pressure on first impressions.
And as these thoughts
'round my head fly
my tongue ties.
Get it together,
come back down.
'Cause friendships found
take time.

The words you whispered
from the lips that kissed her
sparked a romantic essence.

The skin you touched
knew nothing such,
for it was that of an ever unique presence.

The words you whispered
left her heart blistered;
contrary to actions that you displayed.

The skin you touched
feels nothing much,
for only the print where your hand was stayed.

And the lady you charmed,
left abandoned and harmed,
lies numb in the tears that you carelessly drew...

As you skip away with your romance anew.

Separate proudly.
You are an entity of your own.
Incomparable we all are.
For they are they and you are you.
For I am myself.
There is space;
tangible emptiness
that sustains our independence.
And with our bodies,
with our minds,
liberated and unique,
we move forth onto the paths which we forge..
carrying beautiful,
distinguishable quirks,
true to the individual.
We cannot be concerned
with where and how others step,
for our trail escapes us then.
And on our way await our gifts
and the places where we may leave ours in exchange.
Another's trail I shall not seek,
and shall not want to find.
For only one is mine.

You've got the right image,
but you've got the wrong form.
I never said I wanted perfect,
wasn't lookin' for the norm.

The pictures didn't have to match.
I wouldn't mind a subtle clash.
But if you want it casual,
then dude, I will be factual...

This lady's got a heart to give.
Free for all ain't how I live.

Not that there's much
wrong with that,
I'm just not down to ride a train
on an unclear track.

But I'll quit the stubborn efforts now,
and wipe the sweat off from my brow.
'Cause while I'll hate to,
I'll admit
that you, sir,
you're just not it.

Tonight a ship set sail,
to no avail;
and there escaped a wail.
The sea of tears arose
as the cosmos chose.
Grief flows.

A name,
a face,
a body,
interlock and swirl.

A game,
a chase,
commodity,
treasures, souls of pearl.

Morals fled,
the soul has bled.
Regret and shame,
myself to blame.

Passion hides,
all subsides.
Feelings faked
for who's sake?

Turn around,
do not go back.
Know it's face
and what it lacks.

Redeem,
progress,
resolve.

Esteem,
redress,
absolve.

Ev­olve.

You bring out the worst in me.
I love you, really I don’t.
How did we get to where we were?
I forget the path we took..
Most time spent “together”
void. Too many moments..
Tangled in limbs and sheets
but not each others’ minds.
Failing to dissect each neuron
until we knew everything.

Surrounded and seduced
by hollow words, I am
consumed with vulnerability,
pushing forward prematurely,
only to recoil almost instantly..
Caught in whirlwind we were.
Turning the calm into a storm
when maybe it could have just drifted..
beautifully.
If only we had trusted.

If only you had not betrayed mine,
had given release to that which passed,
and embraced me in our present.
Finally ready to tread waters
only waded before,
and quickly deserted in fear.
You
who I was ready to swim miles for.
An unlit candle, finally
found the flame to its wick.

Cracked the white shell,
you took full advantage
beyond what you were allowed.
Keeping it for your own
upon your surges of desire.
Feeding me pathos
from the shallows of your..
soul, buried deep in the core
of the cave in your chest,
only to be unearthed by the brew’s shovel.

Tenderness.
Something you knew not of.
Nor patience, consideration, selflessness.
And by your body
was torn my most sensitive skins.
Words followed that broke more.
Innocence willingly, thoughtlessly given.
Taken was more, offered to help create.
Hands chosen to lay a foundation,
that crumble it before it is built.

Elusive.
Cunning.  
Effected by nothing
and sparked by no one.
Spontaneous,
yet constant.
It may hide when you want it,
appear when you do not.
It comes with haste,
or slows its pace.
A child mischievous,
rebellious,
innocent, oblivious.
To force the hand of change,
like paper tossed to air...
A direct path it does not take.

I have this note.
A little note
on yellow paper,
with a young man's signature.
I keep this note.

I have this note.
A blank note.
Yes, there are words.
But they are empty.
Nothing from the heart expressed.
Over and over, I read this note.

I have this note.
The only note.
A single lasting artifact
of a romance gone by.
Yet still, the note survives.

I have this note.
A damaged note.
Ripped in two;
like me from you.
I keep the pieces of this note.

I have this note.
A months-old note.
Scribbled, signed & torn; mine.
A cold reminder of harder times.
But I cannot come to trash this note.

Wait.
Stop.
Just gimme a sec.
When did my feet leave the ground?
Because last time I checked
I was down,
down there,
there on the ground.
I was calm
I was clear
I thought I had found
a chance,
myself,
I had just emerged now
from a tunnel so long,
so dark,
beats me how.
Wait.
Stop.
Just float right here.
A cocoon just cracked,
and I have a strange fear
of the butterflies
flappin' 'round in here.
'Cause I'm still just a tad unclear
When the hell
did my feet leave the ground?
I've been swept up
when I just came down.
And aren't views supposed to be clearer up high?
'Cause my vision got hazy
Now that my head's in the sky.

I'm a shoulder to lean on,
a hand to hold;
and I'll give you warmth
if ever you're cold.

I'll lend you an ear
any time you ask it.
When your arms are full
I will hand you my basket.

But would it be fine..
I mean, would you mind?
I may need help too,
been left and I'm blue.

The ante goes up.
So will you match it?
'Cause a shoulder is weak
with no socket to catch it.

Swinging with might from a light thin string
Going quickly from one side to the other
Syncopated with the muscle’s beat
But poised to drop no matter where.
I can’t seem to slow the momentum.
Sparks ignite its rhythmic sway
And your eyes create them,
Your voice, your touch.
I want to sway with you
forever. Then sometimes
as you reel in the line
I want to flee
but I’m hooked.

The switch is off
a fuse is blown;
though what should show
is an esteemed glow...
Where'd it go?
Hesitation.
A wire tripped.
A second guess
and then I slip.
My lips,
my tongue,
my voice shakes too;
then beget stares
like, "Who are you?"
"Nobody worthy"
comes to conclude.
And within mind's depths,
there conflict broods.
In darkness, gloom.

Oh, growing pains...
you thicken my veins.
My heart walls shred
to be built up again.

This here is the
epiphane...
what this universal phrase
really means to me.

To grow in size
is no surprise,
but to grow in heart
is the painful, yet sacred prize.

Do not succumb.
Do not go numb.
Just smile wide,
and finish this ***.

Not to eliminate,
but to find stability
from an unlikely source,
our insecurities...
perhaps is the answer.

They are the ties to our balloons,
the dam to ego's flood.
They are the oxygen
to humanity's blood.
Be a vain breed we would
without them.

Back into your arms
is where I seem to be headed.
I know what I seek
is also to be dreaded.

Is it true this time?
'Cause I won't be fine
if you're just spitting off
yet another round of lines.

Though it seems ever real,
I could be naive...
would not be the first time
you just up and leave.

But that was on me,
what I didn't see
was I wasn't your puppet.
You're you and I'm me.

But here's to a chance,
yet another dance.
Boy, you got what it takes
to render me tranced.

Come into me.
Run your hands along my curves
And fill me tenderly;
I’ll welcome you.
By rhythmic passion stroke me,
Do it with your loving fellow.
Rush me with aggression
And then touch me with affection.
Make me sing, my darling.
Hold me close and make me moan.
We’ll lean in to waves of pleasure
and ride.
Let a grand swell rise.
With tantric tingles through our skin,
We will bask until again.

Hair a dark cloud,
each strand silk...
not weaving,
softly stacked upon each other.
Just strands of silk
assembled in waves and wisps,
an airyness to the touch.

Lips like pillows,
pillows for mine
that spark brain waves
of a special kind
of sedation;
One that brings me to a state
of blissful tingle.

A voice;
a tune to my heart's beat
and lyrics that make it flutter.
A voice that paralyzes mine,
for my ears perk up
and my mind lies down
to hear your sweet sound...
forever ready for the next song.

A touch,
a cooled flame
that spreads a simmering warmth
and ignites radiance in my skin.
Ours melt slightly, delicately
together...
with this touch.

Eyes to match his locks.
Dark pools,
opaque mystique.
It's parts nearly indistinguishable.
Calling to curiosity,
baiting my desire.

"**** what you heard"
was your advice.
But if I did that
my number would be twice...
three times
four times
probably more.
And instead of "sweet"
and "kind"
you'd have called me a *****.
'Cause I got so many people
putting words in my head.
And you took back everything
you ever said.
So here I am stuck
thinking, "Which do I choose?"
'Cause listening to you
only left me bruised.